I wasn't aware that when someone says "I'm done", that it's a welcome invitation to try and make amends. I had no idea that was the secret meaning behind "I'm done."
Well, I am done. I want nothing more to do with it. I hope they get that, and leave me the fuck alone. Because, seriously, having to deal with their silence an hour a day is pretty much all I can handle. I mean, I don't want to act like a petty teenager, which I know that's how this whole thing is coming off as. Whatever. I don't give a shit anymore. I just want to be done with the whole thing. Let go of it, and move on with life. Thank the lord camp is soon, because I don't know what I'd do if I was home all summer long. Get a job, and have no life. Yeah... God. It just all sucks. AND OMG THERE IS A BUG FLYING AROUND AND I WANT TO KILL IT!!!
I haven't slept well since this whole thing came about. I've had a headache since it came about. I just want everything to go back to normal. I want to joke, and have a good time, and laugh. I want to go out on a friday night, even though sitting in and watching movies is super fun (just not when I fall asleep...). Whatever. That's my rant. It all just sucks. And that's all I have to say on the subject. Because I am done with it, and I'm moving on. FIN DE ACTIVIDAD.
Heyyyyyoooooooo. Okay, so prom was last night. It was okay I guess. B-wennnnn and I danced to a couple of songs, but I think I angered her a teensy weensy bitttleeeee. Anywho. I am SERIOUSLY overtired. No fun.
Anywaayyyyssss... Robert I guess was there last night, and he didn't even say hello! UGH! So sad. Yeah, so I guess, and this is only what Bronwen told me, that he and Jon came down from western MA to see me walk in. Either he was there and didn't bother to say hello to me, or, becuase we were the first ones there, he wasn't there yet to see me walk in and say "hello darling". Whatever. I'm going to bitch him out later.
Yeah. I'm gonna go watch some Penelope with the friends I have here. So yeah.... LATER
the day we are going to start using the computers for our skate/snow/surfboard project, we have a stupid ass assembly, and I didn't get to do ANYTHING because it was during all period 1. SO DUMB. It was an old man like rambling about the upper 25% and the lower 75% and how if we do drugs we are in the lower, and that the upper 25% competes with themselves, but the lower 75% is their competition. Dear Old Guy: YOU MAKE NO SENSE. So silly.
Anywayyyyyyyyyyyysssssss:
Robert isn't here. He moved back to MA, and I'm sure you wanted to know that. But yeah. I am in english class right now, and my class was all "LET'S GO DECORATE FOR THE PROOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!", and I'm like "ughhhh!" So here I sit, in the library, chatting with Bronwen, who is like three seats down from me. But chat keeps DYING. So yeah...
Here are some--- ZOMG THAT FRESHMAN'S VOICE IS SO LOW! HOLY CRAP!!!!!
Anywho, here are some pictures I took of a skeleton for my snowboard proyecto. Lalalaaaaaaa. Enjoy those!
And here is a thingy that I made for a graphics site in which I teach. =] (My name is Coussey on the site).
This is what appeared in Jason's blog from the other day.
"Besides, if it were I twittering, I would have only twat this: Farts are like snowflakes. Each one is so uniquely adored. They make you want to just throw your head back and hope one lands on your tongue.
Or this: Twat? I cun’t hear you? I might have an ear infucktion. It happened in a screw-ba diving accident. "
HAHAHAHAHAHA. I love him. I'm sitting in the library after sending off an e-mail about taking exams early. Ugh.
Matt Doyle is on my mind, because he is just so wonderous. I have rehearsal, *makes a fail rasberry noise* Annnnyyyyywhooooo:
Roberto is in good old New York with the boy Jon. If he is reading this, hey! Please don't think I'm mad creepy. Haha.
English next. Did I mention that yet? I have a video to post about Matt.
